As I was reading through the story of Christ’s resurrection in Mark 16, something caught my eye. Mary Magdalene, Mary, the mother of James, and Salome were on their way to...

Now that I am retired, I have the chance to observe nature more closely as part of my morning routine. At sunrise in the Sonoran Desert of the southwest United States,...

Holy Saturday is a day of quiet, somber reflection. It’s an odd, in-between day after Jesus’ death but before his resurrection. I often think about what the day might have been...

I awoke on Good Friday thinking of the introduction to our church’s Communion services: “On the night he was betrayed . . .” During Communion and Good Friday services, Christians tend...

Learning about all the injustices around us and throughout the world can lead us to question our own humanity. Today specifically I prayed about two serious global situations: the suffering caused...

I spent many years as a volunteer for a local food program. Each day, we delivered hot meals to folks who were unable to leave home to get their own food....

“Where did all the days go?” I wondered aloud as I stared at my planner. As a soon-to-be mom with only a month left before my expected due date, I was...

When my mother passed away, I inherited her sewing basket, filled to the brim with thread, needles, and every conceivable sewing accessory. I was pleased to have this keepsake, but I...

Soon after Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead, a crowd of excited people followed him to Jerusalem. As Jesus rode in on a donkey, I wonder if Lazarus walked along with...

It is six o’clock on a cold winter morning, and I am in darkness. The power will be off for more than two hours, as our national power grid is no...